Chapter 82: When the Tiger Assault Meets the Devil’s Left Hand

Roar!

Damont was struck by the bullet’s force, falling from the sky and flapping his wings violently in distress. Silver bullets were not just the bane of werewolves; they were equally lethal to vampires. If not for his elevated rank, having been hit by so many silver bullets at once, he would surely have died instantly from their poison.

Lin Xiao held Dustin, whom he had just retrieved, and immediately handed him to Sheriff Hope. From his inventory, he drew the Interstellar Destruction Battle Axe—it was time to ensure evil could no longer flourish.

With a leap, he lunged at the two men. Flames erupted fiercely from the Interstellar Destruction Battle Axe, illuminating their faces with terror. Damont realized that each time he faced this adversary, he invariably found himself overwhelmed, a shadow of dread forming in his heart.

“Stop him!” Damont shouted, and the male vampire dared not defy the command. The hierarchical suppression from their bloodline compelled him to obey the higher-ranking order. He desperately beat his wings and charged at Lin Xiao.

“Seeking death,” Lin Xiao sneered coldly, his magic surging. His left hand was suddenly covered in dark, lustrous scales, transforming it into a demonic claw.

At the same time, his right hand wielded the axe single-handedly, while his left unleashed a sacred skill—Tiger Assault!

[Tiger Assault: LV1 basic skill. Grabs one enemy ahead and runs forward for a distance before throwing them, inflicting multiple attack damage to any enemies struck during the run.]

He had never had a chance to use this skill before, mainly because the battle axe was so heavy it required both hands, making it impossible to use two skills simultaneously.

But now, with extraordinary physique, that problem was solved. He could wield the Interstellar Destruction Battle Axe with one hand—or even two fingers—effortlessly.

Combined with his acquired Demon’s Left Hand skill, using it alongside Tiger Assault was like adding wings to a tiger; the skill’s power increased dramatically, achieving synergy far greater than the sum of its parts.

With a swift dash, Tiger Assault was unleashed. The terrifying Demon’s Left Hand flashed like lightning, grabbing the vampire’s neck.

The vampire tried to dodge, but the brilliance of Tiger Assault lay in its near inevitability.

Lin Xiao simultaneously activated Leap, instantly closing the distance, seizing the vampire by the throat, and dragging him forward before smashing him heavily to the ground.

The formidable Demon’s Left Hand elevated Tiger Assault to a power comparable to LV2. With one strike, the vampire lay groaning on the ground, trying to crawl away. A flaming battle axe came down mercilessly.

Head severed from body!

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have slain an LV7 Vampire Viscount. Source Power +60 points.]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have gathered 70 Source Power points, meeting the upgrade requirement. Would you like to upgrade?]

“Upgrade immediately,” Lin Xiao intoned without hesitation. After this period of tempering, and the previous confrontation with the Demon’s Child, he had mastered his magic completely. It was time to advance once more.

A surge of heat coursed through his body, his magic circulating faster, its quality and quantity clearly improved, undergoing significant refinement.

From LV6 to LV10, each level-up tempered his magic and added 50 MP points.

Now, his MP had risen to 570, enough to cast Lightning Summoning Spell twice, with some left over.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Xiao slew a Vampire Viscount and upgraded again. He lifted his battle axe, pointing it at Damont as he staggered to his feet.

This Vampire Count’s face was pale—though it was always pale, now it was etched with terror and confusion.

He never imagined that in just a few days, Lin Xiao’s strength would have increased so much, far surpassing when he slew his two henchmen.

Even Damont himself, a Vampire Viscount, would struggle to kill his own kind with such ease, yet Lin Xiao had dispatched one in an instant, leaving no room for resistance. Such strength was nearly on par with a Vampire Marquis.

The ease of slaying the Vampire Viscount was partly due to Sheriff Hope’s ambush, which had wounded the enemy beforehand. Additionally, Demon’s Left Hand combined with Tiger Assault greatly amplified his power, allowing Lin Xiao to defeat enemies above his rank.

Now at LV7, every attribute had risen again. The balance had shifted, and Lin Xiao was confident he could eliminate this looming threat.

He advanced step by step, Interstellar Destruction Battle Axe in hand. Damont retreated, wings unfolding involuntarily. A ball of blood-red light appeared in his hand—his Blood Magic.

Step by step, Lin Xiao pressed forward.

Step by step, Damont backed away.

He soon reached the lake’s edge, with nowhere left to retreat. The Vampire Count’s masculinity was finally stirred; he hurled the blood-red orb and spread his wings, preparing to flee.

His strength was no weaker than Lin Xiao’s, but his courage had failed him. Bereft of fighting spirit, he dared not stay. Escape was all that mattered.

Lin Xiao scoffed—this was the greatest weakness of vampires: cowardice and fear of death. The longer one lived, the more one feared dying.

Legend said vampires had no soul; once dead, they vanished utterly. This made them dread death all the more, fleeing at the first sign of danger, only fighting when absolutely confident of victory.

Holy Light!

Lin Xiao swiftly stowed the Interstellar Destruction Battle Axe, raising his right hand to unleash Holy Light and dispel the incoming blood magic. His left hand shot out, releasing Demon’s Hand.

The massive Demon’s Hand streaked through the air, snatching the fleeing Damont and smashing him fiercely to the ground with a thunderous crash.

The series of actions was dizzyingly swift. Sheriff Hope realized he hadn’t had a chance to intervene.

In a blink, one enemy was slain and another captured. When had Jonathan’s power grown so terrifying?

Lin Xiao knew well—this was the result of gradual accumulation. Each time he leveled up, he diligently honed his skills, mastering each one before advancing again.

Thus, every skill was second nature, allowing him to unleash 120% of its power. He remained silent until his strength shocked all.

Damont lay sprawled on the ground, gazing up at Lin Xiao in terror, bitterly regretting his greed for blood had led him to this dire predicament, with his life hanging by a thread.

“Spare me! For Stefan’s sake, let me go this once!”

Damont nearly knelt in supplication, groveling on the ground like a defeated mongrel, all dignity as a Vampire Count lost.

Stripped of his vampire identity, he was merely a cowardly scion, terrified in the face of death, his previous arrogance utterly vanished.

“Spare you? So you can kidnap my friends and family again, using them to threaten me? Do you take me for a fool? Forget that you're Stefan’s brother—if he ever tried such a thing, I’d take his life as well.”

With that, Lin Xiao wasted no more words. Too much talk leads to mistakes; decisive action was the only way.

He raised the Interstellar Destruction Battle Axe and charged forward, preparing to sever Damont’s head.

At that moment, a streak of blood-red light descended from the sky like a rainbow, crashing into Lin Xiao and sending him flying more than ten meters, tumbling several times before coming to a halt.

“Master Kallen, even you can be so wretched? If not for your father, Grand Duke Kallen, who commanded me to protect you in secret, your life would now be in grave peril.”

A middle-aged white man descended slowly to the ground. He wore a perfectly tailored tailcoat, his tall, well-proportioned figure exuding elegance and composure, with a wingspan nearly eight meters wide—like an Argentinian giant eagle, emanating immense pressure.

The newcomer’s power was extraordinary.